“Still he couldn’t help but dwell on those words. “Maybe she had a point” he said “ I mean , I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do something nice...for someone else, after all that’s what she wanted . Or was it maybe I wasn’t being considerate to her and her feelings . Could she have been testing me to see if I would do something nice for someone else? No, that wasn’t it , she just wanted to control me and that won’t happen to me, I’m a man and no woman controls me.”The more he tried to convince himself. But what about the laundry? A faint, yet commanding voice queried. She asked you to do the laundry. Do it, and then you can jerk off. I was more than a little confused. Do the laundry? And THEN jerk? Where was this . . . I inhaled again. Blood rushed in my ears, and I could hear my own pulse, beating loudly. Beating rhythmically. An entrancing little tattoo. LAUNDRY NOW ! Seldom had clothing been separated, pre-washed, washed, and dried in such a speedy fashion. Especially when. Her long, tanned legs ending in a pair of patent stilettos. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. About fifteen cars had passed and nobody stopped. Venice had an idea. She hitched up her denim skirt even more and started leaning back into the window of her own car as if looking for something, showing off her perfect ass at the same time.When she saw a pair of headlights slowly coming towards her she lifted her legs a little with her 4 inch pumps. The car, a brand. She must be able to feel it well as I hear a whimper, it’s faint but it’s there. I pull her hips forward and off the table slightly, and allow gravity to do the rest as she slides, landing almost perfectly onto her knees. I repeat the process with another tie to her other wrist. Securing it to the table leg in the same fashion.I take step back and use the moment to observe her. Arms suspended and wrists bound to the upper joints of the legs. Her head hung slightly against the edge while dark.